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Torn apart years ago by lies and threats, Rafe Marshall returns to town and confronts Manon Lockley. She has been told he died on the night he stood her up for their senior prom.When she faints, Rafe catches her and realizes he hasn’t stopped loving her. Manon carries anger and now grief that wasn’t real. Rafe wants her in his life, but she doesn’t want to talk about what happened in the past. She can’t be sure if her father or someone else told lies about Rafe and she doesn’t want to know. Can Rafe persuade her to listen? Not without a battle.
MManon Lockley parked in the driveway of the small yellow brick ranch house she’d converted into an office for her medical practice. She slid from the driver’s seat and paused to inhale the fragrance of the June roses.
At the moment she felt like the White Rabbit. She was very late for office hours. Mrs. Patton, director of nursing at Fern Lake General had been admitted to the hospital this morning with chest pain. As her primary physician, Manon had remained to monitor the older woman’s condition and to work with the cardiologist to stabilize the hospital’s most admired employee.
Manon glanced at her watch. Well past three. How long would she need to
stay? Her stomach grumbled reminding her she hadn’t eating lunch. Exhaustion
caused by the emergency made her shoulders slump under the weight of the event.
She opened the door leading to the reception area. Hopefully her
nurse/secretary had been able to reschedule the patients for another day.
The rumble of a motorcycle sounded in the distance. Her muscles tightened.
Her fists clenched. Her heart pounded in an erratic rhythm. The roar of a bike
never failed to flood her with memories she didn’t want. Those memories had
been shattered years ago and still filled her with anger and grief.
Do not go there.
After sucking in a series of cleansing breaths, she
entered and paused at the reception desk. The cheerful yellow walls brightened
her mood. She glanced into the waiting room and saw just two people seated on
the brown leather chairs. Manon smiled. Two to four patients was better than
the dozen plus who had been scheduled.
Emma hung up the phone. “Finally.”
Manon nodded. “It’s been quite a day. Things here.”
“Relatively quiet. Managed to reschedule all but five
of today’s appointments. Schedule will be tight for the rest of the week. How’s
Mrs. Patton?”
“Stable. Angina. No cause yet. Tests to run before we
know her course of treatment."
Emma smiled. “That’s great. Will be hard to think of
the hospital without her at the helm. I wouldn’t be in school for my nurse
practitioner’s degree if she hadn’t pushed me to try.”
Manon half-sat on a corner of the desk. “Did you know
she plans to retire?”
“I’ve heard the rumors. They say she waited until she
found the right replacement. I heard she made a recommendation to the Board.
Someone from the city.”
Manon frowned. “How do you think the supervisors will
feel about that?”
“None are qualified. Ruth has a doctorate. None of
the others in upper management does. What have you heard? Any names?”
Manon rose. “No rumors but I’m not on the Board. Hope
they bring the person on staff early.”y Places
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Chatter between the two is so lifelike. Good job.
ReplyDeleteGreat communication between the characters, but someone is going to have to give in and decide what's important, who lied, and why. Good hook.
ReplyDeleteI was very much a white rabbit in my life before disability--always running late somewhere.
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